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Sculpted in scar tissue
stamped by sand
orphaned in the prow
kneeled upon by saintly poses
and bored of dying in increments
a lava from the belly maps
new town of flesh
units on scarf patrol
pork units of grass-making feeders
the fences so deep in faces
gazing between the numb pools
tracing a sphinctered moonlight
up in the flattened a.m.
prodding gears into the earth
finding pain to make more pain with
multiplying the variety of wounds
and sowing remembrance into them
tasting the null-scape of grape skin
winnowing the morsel of a blade
and pushing it toward the core
finding it corelessness
refusing to wait for caresses
flung from the first suture impossibly
the looks from a tank wall
the lack of urgency in the sound of light gases escaping
fornication of form with boundless harm
tripled in lack, quadrupled in vacant dwelling
and the surrender of play
from costumes cremated by ceaseless fury
from boundaries salted with night
and endless sound
my feet call my head
to prototypal liquid.